Rolling in at twilight – Newport Oregon –
   cool of september ocean air, I
saw Phil Whalen with a load of groceries
   walking through a dirt lot full
   of logging trucks, cats
      and skidders

   looking at the ground.

I yelld as the bus wheeld by
   but he kept looking down.
   ten minutes later with my books and pack
       knockt at his door

"Thought you might be on that bus"
             he said, and
   showed me all the food.